Chapter 51 Chapter 50

Feathers fluttered onto the turbid brown water; the crooked feathers were blown out of Beloved by the wind, bringing a breeze that stirred the surface of the river. Frederica Bemer's house on Fair Street is called Waterfront on the real estate agent's sun-soaked sign because the backyard of these houses ends in a quagmire, which is Ohio A backwater of the Likin River in Belvedere, Texas.This "rust belt town" is located to the east of Columbus, with a population of 112,000. The lot is dilapidated and the houses are big and old.Some houses were bought cheaply by young couples, and a coat of fancy Hill World enamel and renovations made the rest of the house look worse.The Baimel family's house has not been renovated.

Clarice, Starling stood for a moment in the backyard of Frederica's house, looking at the feathers on the water, in a men's raincoat with belted double-breasted, hands deep in pockets, reeds Some residual snow in the middle, in this warm winter day the blue sky The bottom is also blue. Behind her, Starling could hear Frederica's father beating something with his head in the middle of a city-like mass of pigeon cages that, like the town of Orvieto, rose from the water's edge almost to the the house.She has not yet met with Mr. Baimer.Neighbors say he's over there.When they said this, their faces were stiff and expressionless.

Starling herself was a little annoyed at this point.At that moment in the night when she realized that she couldn't help but leave the school to go after Buffalo Bill, many voices around her fell silent.She felt a pure, new silence in her heart, a stillness there.When she came to a different place, another part of her heart felt that she was a truant and a fool for a few moments. A few minor annoyances in the morning didn't bother her—the stench like a gym on the plane to Columbus didn't bother her; It didn't have any effect on her either.She once sternly reprimanded the driver for making him move his hands, but she said what she said but didn't feel anything.

For this time, Starling paid a high price, and she wanted to make good use of it in order to achieve the best results.If Crawford came under the dominion of someone else, if they took her papers away, her time at work would end at any moment. She should hurry up, but to keep wondering why she should hurry up, to keep thinking about Catherine's difficult situation on this last day, was to waste the whole day.Take this really precious time to think about her body being processed like Kimberly Emberger and Frederica Bemel at this very moment, and there's no time for anything else. The breeze became weaker and weaker, and the water remained motionless as if dead.At her feet, a curved feather swirls with the tension of the water.Hold on, Catherine!

Starling bit her lip with her teeth.If he shot her, she wished he'd done it right away. Teach us what to pay attention to and what not to pay attention to. Teach us to be calm. She turned and walked towards the slanted piles of pigeon cages, followed a path built between the cages on the muddy floor with wooden boards, and walked towards the place where the sound of Lang's head was beating.Hundreds of pigeons of all sizes and colors; one tall with valgus, one with a bulbous breast.Bright-eyed, stomping, neck-stretching birds, they spread their wings in the pale sunlight and made melodious sounds as she passed.

Frederica's father, Gustave Bemer, was a tall man with a flattened buttocks and watery blue eyes with red rims.A knitted hat is pulled down to cover the eyebrows.He is building another pigeon coop on the sawhorses in front of the shed.Starling smelled vodka on his breath as he squinted at her papers. "I don't have anything new to tell you," he said. "The police came again the night before. They double-checked with me what I said, read it to me again, 'Is that? Is that?, I told him, I said damn it, if it wasn't for that I wouldn't have told you in the first place."

"I want to know now where—where the kidnapper might have seen Frederica, Mr. Baimer. Where might he have spotted her all at once and decided to take her away?" "She sat Bus to Columbus, went to that store there to check out a job. Cop said she was actually interviewed. She never came home. We don't know if she went anywhere else Somewhere. The FBI got her MasterCard slip, but there's no record of using it that day. You know all about that, don't you?" "About the credit cards, yes, sir, I know all about it. Do you still have Mr. Bamer, Frederica's? Are they here?"

"Her room is on the top floor of the house." "May I take a look at it?" It took him a while to decide where to put the rivet head. "Okay," he said, "come with me."